Origin of Frost
The cold closes, covers, consumes
A heartbeat falters, stops, resumes
Ice splinters out, broken- torn
Then seals as Winter is reborn
Pale as snow and cold as Death
A frozen touch, a frosty breath.
He dances, whirls upon the air,
Unseen, unknown, but always there.
A snatch of laughter, a brief, bright grin
Again is lost upon the wind
Forgotten, gone and all alone
A voice is moaning 'Jack, come home'
And though he's hearing what they say,
He just cannot recall the way.